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Pocket Rocket Video (MV)




Performed By: 3IGHTY
Language: English
Length: 1:56
Written by: Andre Seymour




3IGHTY - Pocket Rocket Lyrics
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I got brand new dodges, brand new dodges, got 6 car garages
I got brand new closest, got rick owens, i got bigger pockets
Niggas going dummy, going stupid, thats why shits retarded
Niggas aint never have my money, why the f*ck you talking
Shawty want my dick up in her brain, she a f*cking zombie
Wait, Niggas wanna page out my life, not a f*cking option
Wait, Niggas taking flicks up with some change, what the f*ck you flaunting
Wait, I rebuke the devil, got Yahusha, i've been freed from bondage
Wait, bitch got on my f*cking dick, she squeeze and tug it, like a f*cking bop it
Back then roll that f*cking blunt up, now im sober, had to f*cking stop it
Now my name is in your f*cking brain, and you cant come stop this
Stop on asking what the cost is, my wrist drippin, broken faucet
My neck walk on water, walk the ocean, got these diamond crosses
Niggas thought they made me, thought they had me, now they f*cking lost it
Ive been top floor, met the bosses, all you niggas make me nauseous
I got brand new dodges, brand new dodges, got 6 car garages
I got bigger pockets, got rick owens, i got bigger closets
Niggas going dummy, going stupid, thats why shits retarded
Niggas aint never have my money, why the f*ck you talking
Shawty want my dick up in her brain, she a f*cking zombie
Wait, Niggas wanna page out my life, not a f*cking option
Wait, Niggas taking flicks with some change, what the f*ck you flaunting
Wait, I rebuke the devil, got Yahusha, got me freed from bondage
223 and 55 f*cking seven, send a bitch to heaven
Nigga want a bitch so f*cking bad, but that bitch 11
Got a SMG next to the Mack truck, call that Mack 11
Wait, wait, what the f*ck you guessing?
I got perfect aim, got them headshots, call that sniper lessons
Wait, this shit off the brain, give me brain, make sure that shit sloppy
Wait, you can't get this fame, i've been trained, you would f*cking flop it
Had to roll that blunt up, got that pistol got that pocket rock-
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I got brand new dodges, brand new dodges, got 6 car garages
I got brand new closest, got rick owens, i got bigger pockets
Niggas going dummy, going stupid, thats why shits retarded
Niggas aint never have my money, why the f*ck you talking
Shawty want my dick up in her brain, she a f*cking zombie
Wait, Niggas wanna page out my life, not a f*cking option
Wait, Niggas taking flicks up with some change, what the f*ck you flaunting
Wait, I rebuke the devil, got Yahusha, i've been freed from bondage
Wait, bitch got on my f*cking dick, she squeeze and tug it, like a f*cking bop it
Back then roll that f*cking blunt up, now im sober, had to f*cking stop it
Now my name is in your f*cking brain, and you cant come stop this
Stop on asking what the cost is, my wrist drippin, broken faucet
My neck walk on water, walk the ocean, got these diamond crosses
Niggas thought they made me, thought they had me, now they f*cking lost it
Ive been top floor, met the bosses, all you niggas make me nauseous
I got brand new dodges, brand new dodges, got 6 car garages
I got bigger pockets, got rick owens, i got bigger closets
Niggas going dummy, going stupid, thats why shits retarded
Niggas aint never have my money, why the f*ck you talking
Shawty want my dick up in her brain, she a f*cking zombie
Wait, Niggas wanna page out my life, not a f*cking option
Wait, Niggas taking flicks with some change, what the f*ck you flaunting
Wait, I rebuke the devil, got Yahusha, got me freed from bondage
223 and 55 f*cking seven, send a bitch to heaven
Nigga want a bitch so f*cking bad, but that bitch 11
Got a SMG next to the Mack truck, call that Mack 11
Wait, wait, what the f*ck you guessing?
I got perfect aim, got them headshots, call that sniper lessons
Wait, this shit off the brain, give me brain, make sure that shit sloppy
Wait, you can't get this fame, i've been trained, you would f*cking flop it
Had to roll that blunt up, got that pistol got that pocket rock-
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Writer: Andre Seymour
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